Chapter 2
After a few moments of fury in her mind, Kate realized that Castle was sitting there, looking at her.
"What?" she spat out.
"Uhhhh...ok... What's wrong with her" as he looked at Esposito.
"Bad mood I think," as he gave him a come on man, that chick! look
Castle looked back at him in a what? That woman? Come on!
Esposito shrugged pretending he didn't know why Beckett had reacted that way.
"Uh-Beckett?" Castle asked.
Kate knew that she was somewhat over reacting, she took her eyes off her keyboard, looked straight ahead. She took a mental deep breath to calm herself down and looked at Castle.
"Yeah…" she answered in a semi-annoyed yet controlled tone.
"Uh…what's wrong? What did I do?"
Beckett looked at him, seeing to well that he hadn't the slightest clue why she was this angry. She decided and thought that she might have had over reacted and she shouldn't have been that impulsive.
"Oh- yeah that…sorry, just one of those mornings I guess." As she started typing again.
"Ok, good." As he just sat there, looking at her.
"Castle I've told you before it's creepy when you watch me do paperwork. Shouldn't you be out with your old friend? You two seemed to be quite fond of each other." She slowly diminished her typing, realizing that she was jealous about a woman who used to know Castle. She rolled her eyes at herself, feeling quite foolish.
"Seriously Beckett, I was just happy to see her we had good times in college but nothing serious. I swear we dated like 3 months and then she headed to Florida because she was tired of the cold. So…we ended it." Castle was observing Kate's reaction. She turned her head to respond:
"Ok" with a faint corner smile and continued with her paper work.
Castle turned to look at Esposito, to see if it had done the job. Espo looked quickly at Beckett and saw that her eyes had cleared. He nodded back to Castle assuring him that everything was fine.
A few minutes passed when Beckett's phone rang
"Beckett,"
"Ok, Ok we're on our way." As Beckett hung up.
"Lanie's got something to show us. Let's go, Castle." As she got up from her seat and headed for the elevator.
Castle got to his feet and followed her he didn't want to piss her off again by making her wait.
"She's just an old friend." As Castle said, trying to make her talk and get this awkwardness passed them
"I didn't ask Castle, and I don't care."
"Well you weren't asking loudly. It's just that seeing her brought back old memories, nothing more." As he smiled back trying to make her smile.
"Ok, fine but I'm not smiling….I'm not"
Castle made an oh come on, just one little smile face and there it was he got a small but still noticeable smile.
"So what does Lanie have to tell us?"
"Well apparently stuff that we missed at the scene. She didn't emphasize but she'll tell us once we get there."
As they arrived at the morgue they met up with Lanie in her usual lab.
"Hey Lanie, what did you find?"
"Hey Beckett, Castle… Well this woman put up quite a fight, look at her arms, she has a lot of defence bruises. Unfortunately it didn't help her to get away." She explained as she was showing the girls' forearms. Showing just how much she fought.
"How come we didn't see this before?" Castle remembered Beckett looking at the body quite thoroughly back at the scene.
"Well some bruising takes quite some time to become apparent and that's what happened here." Lanie started walking towards the far end counter, "We got a clean bullet, I'm getting it checked with ballistics, maybe something will pop up we'll see." As Lanie looked up at them, showing them the bullet.
"What's wrong with you two." As she gave them her classic eyebrow stare
"Nothing" as they both said in unison.
"Mmm-hhmmm" Lanie's tone was annoyed knowing too well something had happened
"What?" As Beckett tried to understand what all this was about.
"Well you two always seem to come up with non sense theories when I say stuff…and now you're as quiet as mice …now I know something's' up." Lanie just stood there and looked at Kate.
"No everything's fine, just not that inspiring this time around that's all." As she set off for the door.
"Let me know when you get news from ballistics," kate said as she pushed the doors open.
"Well? What's up with her?" Lanie asked Castle giving him a stare
"Umm a misunderstanding is all, I'll fix it….eventually." then he too walked out.
Beckett and Castle were sitting down at the interrogation table with Molly Samson. Molly was a blond woman in her early twenties she was a slim woman with blue eyes, her skin was lightly tanned probably from going to the tanning salon.
Beckett thought that Molly had withdrawn information when she was initially interrogated by Ryan. Beckett started :
"Molly, how long have you been working at Sunny's Club?" Beckett asked as she analyzed her.
"Umm- about two years, when I first started attending NYU. It was an easy way to make a lot of money in a small lapse of time. " Molly felt uneasy, she didn't like being in the room. But she put on her tough face and acted nonchalantly.
"We talked with Miss. Gallant, Sharon's mom, and she told us that Sharon had already mentioned that you seemed to attract the wrong kind of people, what exactly did she mean?" Beckett asked.
"Wrong kind of people? Well, all the guys that hang out at the bar are weird. I wasn't attracting more attention than any other girl. Maybe she was jealous that I made like double her tips. I mean the girl was frigid, she never let anyone flirt with her not even a little." As she looked at Castle with flirty eyes and a naughty smile.
"Really Molly?" as Beckett rolled her eyes and looked at Molly with a lifted eyebrow.
"OH! I see that you have a girlfriend, a little feisty but given that she's hot and all you tolerate her jealousy. Good Boy!" As Molly winked back at him, and redirected her stare at Beckett.
"Uh- I" Castle tried to fit in feeling quite uneasy with how all of this was going
Beckett was obviously fuming her body was tensing up and she felt heat rise up to her head. She didn't want to give into the game that Molly was playing therefore she let it go.
"Well Molly, not that it's any of your business but we're here to talk about you. So...who are the men that you deal with? Have any of them ever talked with Sharon? Have any of them ever threatened you on any occasion?" Beckett didn't like her, she felt like she was hiding something, but she needed to ask the basic questions in order to get a possible lead in the case.
"No, why are you asking if someone threatened me? I mean I'm not the one who's dead."
"Well, maybe if they threatened you they might have done the same to her."
"Oh, no, no threats," as she broke eye contact with Beckett.
"Really? Never?" Castle asked, even he had noticed her sudden change of posture and facial expression.
"Nope, never." She had only flinched a few seconds but her face was back to the tough face she had on before.
Even though Castle and Beckett had noticed her sudden change of character they didn't have much on her or from her so all they could do was let her go.
"Ok, well if any of them ever do threatened you, or if you hear any of the other girls getting threatened let us know. It might be the key to finding the killer."
"Ok, so I can go now?"
"Yeah, you can go." As Beckett showed her the door.
Molly Samson got up, and exited the room.
"Why are you letting her go?" Castle thought that they could detain her and get something out of her.
"There's no point Castle she's not scared enough and we have no way to per sway her to telling us anything. I think she's hiding something but I can't pinpoint it yet." Beckett got up from her seat, closed her leather folder and headed out the door.
As they both got the Beckett's desk Castle sat down at his usual spot, seeing that Beckett only had paperwork and that the case wasn't going anywhere he decided to go home for the rest of the day.
"Hey Beckett, I think I'm going to head home for the rest of the day. We don't have much of a lead and knowing that you find it creepy when I look at you work, I'll let you to your paperwork." As he stood up and smiled at her.
"Ok, thanks. I'll call you if anything comes up." She looked at him and smiled back. She found herself quite childish for being this mad but it was out of her control it made her mad to see him around other women, especially those who looked at him like that.
She let that thought sink in, for a few seconds and headed back to work.
Castle got home it was just around lunch time and Martha was already starting up her lunch
"Hey Kiddo, what are you doing here this early?" as Martha asked Rick with a frown knowing that something must have happened for him to be there this early.
"Oh, it's Beckett, she's weird today she freaked out when I saw Aimee Gallant-" as Martha cut him off.
"What? Aimee…the girl you dated in college? Oh Richard, Aimee is a gorgeous woman, you don't really find it weird that Beckett felt a little threatened by her?" as Martha looked back at her son, knowing how obvious it was that Kate loved him but neither of them seemed to see it or want to see it.
"What, Aimee is an old friend we dated for a while but that's it. I mean even if she would have stayed here, I wouldn't have stayed with her much longer. She was fun and oh yeah a lot of fun" as he started daydreaming into his old memories but at the sight of his mothers' stare he continued: "-anyways, I wouldn't have stayed with her, we were too different. In the long run it wouldn't have worked out." As he convinced his mother of his intentions.
"Yeah, but still she's still a beautiful woman and Beckett might have felt threatened by her."
"Why? It's not like we were talking about getting back together or talked for hours about old memories…"
"Right, well- Richard? How did you two meet? Weren't you at a crime scene this morning?"
"Yeah, I was. She's the mother of the victim. That's how we met, in a very unfortunate circumstance. I hadn't seen her in over 20 years and there she was, the mother of our victim. It was so hard seeing her that like that Mother. I couldn't imagine being the parent who has to sit there and wait for answers about their kids' killer." Just the thought of it brought a lot of emotion in both Richard and Martha. Both putting themselves in Aimee's shoes, how hard it must be to lose a child.
"Well, it's never easy to see it happen, but now you have an even bigger reason to solve this one, closure, for Aimee." As she came to her sons side, gently stroking his shoulder as her way to comfort him.
"Yeah you're right." But he still just sat there in a sad state of mind.
"How old was she?" Martha asked trying to get a little out of him it usually made Richard feel better.
"Oh- Uh she was 22 years old. She was studying in Psych at NYU. Apparently she was a brilliant student,"
"22 years old? Really?..." as Martha asked,
"Yeah why?" Richard was getting a weird vibe from his mother…her stare was making him feel a bit uneasy
"Well Richard…didn't she leave New York in the summer?"
"Yeah so?" Richard was wondering where all of this was going.
"Richard…" Martha was a little freaked out at what she was thinking she hoped that it was just bad instinct.
"Mother, What? What are you thinking?"
"Have you met the father of this young woman?"
"Well, no. Aimee didn't mention him, he was probably not in the picture maybe they're divorced or something."
Martha looked at Richard, her eyes were starting to clear up.
"What? No! Come on its impossible!" Rick was getting enraged by his mothers' allegations.
"Well, she left in the summer Richard, 22 years ago."
"Yeah she wanted to go to Florida, because she wanted to attend college there, she was sick and tired of the cold."
"Richard ask her, talk to her. I think you two have a lot of catching up to do, especially now." Martha was heart broken at the idea that Richard might have had another daughter that he had no idea about, and she was now dead. Her heart hurt at the thought of it but it was quite a coincidence, all the pieces seemed to fit.
"Yeah I think we need to talk." Richard got up and started dialling, he was going to find out what had happened 22 years ago.
